Harry James potter smuts

Rough day

Even when you're being stubborn, you're still my pretty girl." Harry huffed out, his voice strained when you slammed back down onto his lap in a particularly rough way, the tip of his cock pounding at your g-spot.
Your brain was mush at this point. Every thought that crossed your mind was occupied by either Harry or your goal to achieve the orgasm that he was helping you towards. Harry looked so good right now. His hair was unruly and ruffled in every direction from where your hands had untidied it from being wrapped in it. You leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his famous scar without ever breaking the rhythm of your hips.
You had been rather difficult today. It hadn't been your best day, and everything had seemingly gone wrong since the moment you had gotten up that morning. You had been sour with him all day, brushing him off and barking at him for the most innocent intentions. He had been trying to get through to you all day, trying to make you feel better. But even Harry, who was the most patient person you knew, would crack eventually. The last straw was drawn when you had blown up at him for attempting to help you study for your Transfiguration exam that you were totally screwed for.
"I don't need your fucking help, Harry!" You had basically screamed at him, causing him to recoil completely.
He had been standing next to where you were sitting at your desk, rubbing your back soothingly and pointing out things in your notes when you got stuck on something. He hadn't expected you to respond so harshly to him just trying to help, and honestly he had enough with your attitude for one day.
Without another word, he had yanked you up from your chair, sitting in it himself and pulling you onto his lap. He murmured something about "fucking the attitude right out of you"; something that he didn't do very often. He had pushed you over the edge the first time with just his fingers, pumping and curling his fingers until you were writhing around his hand. Now he was repeatedly being buried deep inside of you each time you crashed back down onto him.
Even though he was aggravated with you, he knew that you had just been frustrated all day. He wanted you to feel better, because he could never stay mad at you. Still, he hadn't quite worked through all the irritation.
"You take my cock so well, don't you?" He practically groaned out, "Just like you took my fingers just a few minutes ago...you're my good girl, aren't you?"
You hadn't said anything in a while, your thoughts too preoccupied to form any kind of coherent response to what he was saying to you. Your eyes were screwed shut, so tightly that you were seeing inky blotches behind your eyelids. Your head was tilted upwards to the ceiling as you focused on the way he was stretching and filling your slick walls so perfectly. He was meeting your bounces with his upward thrusts, hitting every sensitive spot that had melted you into a whimpering puddle.
It wasn't until his hand gripped your chin to force you to look at him that your eyes opened and you snapped out of your trance.
"Are you not going to answer me?" He asked gruffly when you didn't give any kind of reply.
Your head fluttered as your dilated pupils met his lust blown ones. You were breathless as you spoke, your chest heaving with each rapid inhale of oxygen that you took.
"Sorry, Harry. What'd you say?" You asked him to repeat, your own voice echoing in your ears.
Instead, Harry shot up from the chair without removing his throbbing cock out of you. Your wobbly legs were pitiful as he brought you to your feet, pressing the front of your hips into the desk and pulling your back against his front.
"Since you can't get it together, I guess I'm going to have to fuck you into your desk." He growled, pushing your skirt up and chuckling lowly in your ear at the reminder that his favorite pair of your lace knickers had been discarded long ago.
The wooden material of your desk dug into your skin, but you were too focused on the delicious feeling of Harry fucking in and out of you to even notice. Your palms gripped the edge of the desk, your eyes raking over the countless parchments of Transfiguration notes in front of you. The words were blurred jumbles of letters, and you couldn't comprehend what any of it said to save your life right now.
Harry was fucking you hard and fast, pulling out almost completely each time before railing back into you. He kept one hand on your waist to keep you from straying away from him, since sometimes you tended to squirm. His other hand cupped one of your breasts, playing with the stimulated nipple. Your orgasm was heating up and pooling in your belly, your desperation becoming more and more clear.
"Harry." You croaked out, your voice light and airy.
"What, angel?" He acknowledged with a grin, knowing you were beginning to beg.
"Please..." You whined, your knees trembling more with each passing second.
He laughed again in your ear as he slammed in again past your sopping folds, your arousal had drenched his cock and was dripping down your thighs.
"What do you want, baby? You've got to tell me if you want something." He sneered with the knowledge that he had you at his mercy.
You swallowed hard, your brain even foggier than before as you replied without much hesitation.
"I wanna cum." You admitted, crying out immediately after a particularly perfect thrust from him.
"Do you? Only good girls get to cum," He pointed out, his voice muffled from his mouth sucking on your neck, "You've been bad all day. I don't know if you deserve it."
The desire and the need to finish was exploding all through you. This was the best you had felt all day and if you didn't get your release, you were sure you'd be a mess before the night was over.
"No, no, no. Please, Harry. I didn't mean to- fuck! I just wanna cum so I can feel better..." You pleaded.
Harry was a real softie at heart, and he rarely could stand the sound of you so needy and broken down. Maybe if you had really pissed him off, he might hold off on letting you cum, but right now he felt too bad to leave you like this.
"Okay, love, okay. Just because you've had such a rough day, I'm gonna let you finish," He said, his words beginning to slur together, "But the next time you get snappy with me, I might not be so nice." He rumbled.
A moan of satisfaction and bliss bubbled out of your throat as he continued to wonderfully fuck you the way only he knew how to. The band of ecstasy was stretching and stretching in your gut, and it was only a matter of a few more immaculately pounds into you that it would snap. His cock twitched deep inside of you somewhere, signaling that he was about to burst as well.
When he felt you clench around him, he splayed his hand across your chest and pulled you completely back and flush against him as you came on his cock, his own release spilling into you. The sound of his moan as he finished sent waves of thrill through you as he held you close as you fell from your climax. The rushes of electricity and lust fizzled away slowly the further you both trailed from your finishes. The only sounds were your matched heavy breathing and occasional sigh of content.
Harry dragged his now softened cock out of you, his tip leaving last with a wet sounding pop. Your core and legs were shaking violently as he spun you around, holding you up by your arms to keep you from collapsing on him.
"You alright, lovely?" He questioned once he felt stable enough to speak.
"Mmhm," You mumbled, "I'm perfect."
"Good. You deserved that after today." He responded, referring to how a good loving making session was all you needed.
You didn't quite catch the intention of his words, and your expression changed into a guilty one.
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry I was so mean today. It wasn't your fault." You apologized, kissing just above his right pectoral muscle.
He kept you held up with one arm, using his free hand to brush your messy hair from your face. He kissed the tip of your nose, then pressing another lazy kiss to your lips.
"I know, sweet girl. It's okay," He said warmly, "I meant that you deserved to feel good after you've had such a bad day."
He whisked you away to your bed, snuggling up with you to give you a break from both studying and fucking. He littered you with kisses, aiding in getting rid of the remnants of your bad mood. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and kissed all the places that made you smile or giggle happily.
Today reminded you of one of the many reasons you loved your beloved Harry. He was patient when you were being difficult. He was understanding when you were struggling. He was there for you when you needed him to be. He made your heart swell and your stomach flutter every time.
He was the perfect resolution every time things got hard.
"Thanks for making me feel better. In more ways than one." You said appreciatively with a small laugh.
Harry grinned proudly, leaving another kiss on your forehead.
"Anytime, my love."